The day of the reaping comes quicker than it was supposed to. I stand with the other guy victors of District Four waiting for the Reaping to start.
When the clock strikes three P.M., Aqua, our district's escort, walks onto the stage. She's quick to get things started, drawing the name of the female victor who's going to be tribute.
Aqua unfolds the paper she picks out. "Annie Cresta." she says.
No. This can't be happening. Not Annie. Not my sweet Annie.
Annie walks up to the stage. I can tell that she doesn't really want to be involved in another games- who could blame her, I don't really want her to go either- but what choice do we have?
After Annie gets onto the stage, Aqua pulls out a slip from the guys' Reaping bowl. She opens the name and calls out, "Finnick Odair."
I walk up the stage and look at Annie. 'I'm sorry.' I mouth to her.
"Well, we have it, the tributes from District Four for the Seventy-Fifth Hunger Games! Annie Cresta and Finnick Odair!"
Annie and I sit by each other across from Mags in silence. For some reason, none of us could think of anything to say at all. This is one of the few moments that none of us have anything to say.
"What's wrong with you guys?" Aqua asks, walking into the room.
"Nothing to talk about." Mags says, quietly.
"There's plenty to talk about!" she says, her Capitol accent getting more and more annoying with every single word.
"No there isn't, Aqua." I say. "You don't understand!"
"Oh. I guess I don't, then." Aqua says, looking slightly upset.
"I'm sorry." I say.
That's when I decide I can't stand to stay in this room anymore, excuse myself, and go into my room on the train.
A/N: I'm sorry, it's a crap chapter... .-. But I'll update as soon as I can if you still like it!